Weekend Before Test

My friend went to SA and all he got me was a white Tee (instead of my requested Mace spray). Bugger. Ok, it was one of the (now internationally famous, at least in the African Axes) Ama Kip Kip Tees, but it reminds me of Iggy's bridal shower bridesmaid one, cos its plain white and the lettering down the front is in glittery fuschia (is that spelt right???).

So there I was today at work earlier, going through pictures of SA put up by Ze Hustla (since my said friend is reiterating his characteristic photo-huggingness), and we (me and other office gyals) keep seeing the recurrent fyne bros, who we finally identify. After myself and two others rapidly fall in 5-sec crush with him, we (btw ourselves, and a Dr) identify him as a frequenter of the Plaza, his workplace, his marital status (and about to change paternal standing), among others. X-ed that and moved on. But he's sha fine sha. Or rather photogenic. After I closed, was driving out when I noticed a black Ama Kip Kip Tee afar.

"Ha! A kindred wearer!" thought I. On closer inspection, it turns out to be Mr. Fyne (Married&Soon-To-Be-Father) Bros, who apparently is not as fine in person. I might have appreciated the beauty more if I'd met him first before seeing the pictures. Any dregs of crush are rapidly stamped into ash-dust at this point.

But was there really a crush in his direction??? You see, I think I just might be setting myself up to fall in crush with a friend. I think. I'm not sure. And this is the very reason I'm unsure, because if I'm going to crush, I just do so without abandon, and not wonder or unwonder about it. His company is easy, and I'm even willing to date up until (should incase) I leave for school this september. But does he look at me that way? In a not fun-for-the-passing-moments appreciation, but I-really-do-like-her-on-the-whole?

I do think I might be strongly over-nalysing this.

On a more serious note, I've got a Sahara Job Test thing come monday. Wish me luck y'all!

Also allegedly have admission to Salford & Portsmouth! The Lord is good.

Matching Ankle Band

Hop, Skip, Jump, Impact awkwardly, twist ankle.

It turns out that a twisted ankle is something of a greater inconvenience than a twisted (or recovering-from-assault) wrist. Initially, I just stretched it out and kept jogging, but I think with time, the stiffness is beginning to set in. I can only hope this won't impede my jogging (you think???).

Went running this morning for the first time since my hijack. I guess subconcisously I was avoiding walking past the scene of the crime, but then I must move on ba? Plus, since mother dearest is still not aware of the incident, she was only more than happy to get me out of bed, and back into form before I creep off into another exercise lapse. Getting up at Oh-Five-Thirty is a pain, but I gotta say, I love running.

Looking @ My Banded Orange Wrist

I'm ... not sad. But very perceptibly not as upbeat as I could be.

Exactly 14.5 hours back, my right wrist was viciously attacked, and my koklet forcibly taken off my person. I honestly don't know if God has helped me not be attached to the material (I would much like to believe so), or its because I religiously backed up the music and pictures, but I'm more upset that I got robbed than I am at losing the phone itself. The greater inconvenience is losing my contacts, and having to repeat over and over to callers that I've lost all of them.


The last thing I want to be put through right now is anyone giving me a lecture on how foolish I was to openly display my "valuable" as I was walking along a road at night (who says this town isn't on the same risk level as Las Gidi???), or that I chose to go for a walk period. Which is why I'm scrambling to replace the phone before the parents pick up on the loss. Amazing. I'm hassling myself to get a phone not for my use, but for my uninterrupted peace of mind. Oh well.
Priorities, and all that.

I reckoned I just might feel better if I could share this experience with someone, with whom I could laugh over this, (who obviously would not give me any due criticism). It didn't help any that again, my contacts are mine no more. So here I stand (or sit), sharing.


So there goes an unbudgeted 30G. There goes my hollywood wax this month. Welcome, extremely frugal spending, and cutting as many expenditures as possible, and no splurging. After all, I must still pay off some debts and contribute to housekeeping. Perhaps I'll lose an inch off my waist by month end? (One must look to any possible silver linings, no?)

Blind date (To go or not to to go)

I just got asked out to lunch by a patient. I honestly can't remember what he looks like, because I wasn't paying attention (he asked over the phone). As per habit, I informed him that I do not donate my mobile number to the masses, at which point he persisted in asking me out to break bread with him tomorrow, and he will be calling on my office number to get a hold of me. I am having serious misgivings about this primarily because I'm yet to meet with good fortune with regards to patients and dates. Secondly, I don't know what he looks like (and since this is not a marriage by proxy, it's something of a pothole).

Anyhoos, lunch has to be shortened by either work (depending on what shift I'll be working) or prior engagements (which I'm sure I can cook up), so I reckon I can wing it. Should incase I do go. what I do recollect was the black suede jacket he was wearing. Hmmm.

My MultiColoured Dreamer

Last night, I dreamt I was attending a wedding reception (of an unidentified friend). The whole crew was there - FTLily,Dufy, nka nka. The weird bit was the party was up the road from another wedding reception, at which I knew (facially) one or two of the groom's men (not anyone I think I actually do know). What precisely does it mean when you start dreaming of attending weddings (which I already have been doing anyhoos)? Or is this just another one of my Dreamywood Pictures....

Sha sha, there was this one guy who caught mi ojos (the one whose face I couldn't place), and he too looked like my face rang a bell, but of course, I turned away and walked off to try and locate the Father. Should incase such a situation comes to pass, what should be my response?

a) Smile, not make myself apparently hanging-around, but keep to the general vicinity and hope he makes a move

b) Take the initiative and just go over and say hello (for pete's sake!)

c) Move on, and hold my breath for a 3rd meeting at which point I use the first two sightings as a reference point for conversation-starting.

Do guys really categorize you in some form of negative if you come over and say hello first? Does it truly contribute to their thinking they are hot sturves, and you an adoring fan?? (Which I would be actually, since I most likely would not make a move on a YOU-Gly guy. Superficiality!). I think I shall open myself up to new possibilites. Afterall, i've been severally adviced to broaden my field to include new opportunities, and stop stagnating on the same old same olds. We'll see how that works out.

I finally acknowledge out loud that I have an inclination to lighter-skinned guys, though not an out and out preference. That's not a bad thing is it? It is just a physical appearance afterall, and doesn't stop any one of them from being any less a schmuck than the darkies. I reckon this dream may just have been influenced by a somebori who caught my eye at White House last night. Yes, a lightie he was.

But dark guys can be fyne too sha oh.

Lord, if anything, this blog illustrates my decline into further non-grownsomeness.

Oi!

Christmas Break In a Nutshell

It was the day before christmas, and all was quiet. Nary a creature stirred on the streets - unless of course you count those massive local rodents claiming "rat" which I've never seen alive; usually, they're stretched out on a stick, sun-dried, and sold as bush meat. They also tend to be bigger, and have no mental association whatsoever with sewage, filth, or epidemics, among other things.

Where was I? Yes, the streets empty of people. That could have been a function of several factors:
1) it being a public holiday on a long weekend so a good number of people had had a late night,
2) the merciless sun beating down its heat, which is in turn trapped by the layer of harmattan that's currently reigning supreme, or perhaps
3) the on-going fuel crisis which was recently further aggravated by the alleged oil-tanker-drivers'-restrike.
Only God can save us from ourselves. Heaven only knows why we don't let the local refineries function (Greed, maybe?). I understand it could be much worse, but really, it's so terrible the way things are currently. The Lord is our strength.
Spent the early afternoon putting up the final bits of xmas decor yet to go up (the timing was progressive. Two years back, we put the tree up on boxing day), the latter part was spent shopping for foodstuff to entertain the masses who would opt to refuse staying home and impose their society on me instead. Was rather beat by the end of that day.

Christmas Mass was fun! The choir was absent (as ususal) cos they were up for the Midnight mass, and the One-Lady Choir was notably not present either. I actually thought it was going to be a drag music-wise, but one of the alter boy-men persons handled the hymns and it was rather lively (he kept the tempo up. Amen for that!). Even the Mother was much impressed. Then there was cookfest. I can proudly say that I can now make Chinese fried rice. Woo hoo! And may I add that fried rice is actually nicer than Jambalaya. Or perhaps that one just tasted really nice. Of course I wasn't eating properly over the holiday - a consistent diet of next to no food, combined with tonnes of toffees, chocolate, ice-cream and cake. For shame, for shame. Tut tut tut.
*Possibly +1"?*

Myself & I then proceeded to unrepentantly sleep through the daylight hours of 26th & 27th. Even for me, that was new heights. And I still had no problem sleeping through the nights. My body's just so willingly acclimatized to extended sleep hours cos I woke up at 8:15am today and proceeded to be somewhat late for work. Its amazing how I was just lying there for so long subconciously waiting for Mumzy to come wake me up (who, by the way, is out of town). Meanwhile, it was so bright outside. I sha no try. But the sleep was sweet.
:D

I so did not want to resume work. Yet here we are. And Big Boss is trying to pull a wotsit on me, saying I should decide whether or not we should open this saturday. I must now diplomatically put my will (which is in line with everyone else's here. HELLO! No WORK!) such that the paper trail does not clearly lead back to me all by myself. I shall put the suggestion to all staff concerned, and decision will be made by joint consensus, at which point I shall report the minutes of the meeting to the Boss Man.

I crack myself up.

OPERATION: Less4"

Does the body proportion thing actually dictate that the neck measurement should be half your waist? Cos if it does, I've quite a bit of hanger-ons with long-time residency status'. Yet how exactly do I go about losing 4 inches from my midsection without turing unhealthy-waferlike (and I mean just that, not waife)???

After all this time, girl is still caught-up on her weight. Shall I ever outgrow this train of thinking? Xandra and co. all opine that I rather overdo it, but then, all I have to do is look at my family to know that I should not let myself get complacent with regards to my weight. And I know only how easy it is to pile on the pounds.

Ok. On to more "generally acceptable" things. I just may be going to SA for (part of) the World Cup. H*U*R*R*A*H!!!!! That is, if I have not started school yet (in Malay or Australia! God-willing!!!!). Life looking up some more? Amen to that.

Need I go into details of this year's Wedding Season? I've known at least one broom-jumper every week this month, sometimes two. And I'm seeing one or two possibilities for next year already. Eyah. More bliss to their elbows. As for myself, I wouldn't mind a sumbori, but it's something I can live without for now. Hopefully, one of the siblings will get hitched, and scratch the Parents' itch for evidence of "forward movement in that direction".